RIP Team FUBAR

I must be gifted with the bard's tongue. Not ten minutes before my shift ends, I get called down to the HR office and receive my walking papers. Then the lady has the audacity to ask me not to make a scene. If she wants to harp on professionalism, she shouldn't let her company dismiss their contracters in such a weak way.

Only one of us survived, and I honestly thought it would be me. After all, I was actually in the middle of a project. But, I guess when they want to clean house, everythings got to go. Still sucks though.

Anywho, time to apply for unemployment and dust off the old resumes. I'm back to pounding the pavement again.